The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A conveyor belt carries along boxes labeled "ETH Mining Rigs" in a dingy, run-down warehouse, complete with rusty shelving and water-stained cardboard boxes stacked haphazardly everywhere. Uh, sunlight pours in through grimy windows, casting a weak glow on the dirty concrete floor littered with discarded electronics and loose wires. Water just flows out of an old Bitcoin ATM, somehow filling up a nearby bucket, which is weird since it's not even plugged in. The air reeks of burnt circuits and stagnant air, smelling like an old electronics dumpster on a hot summer day.